Where's the Thesuarus? Our conversation for the last three days has consisted largely of the words 'cool', 'wow' or 'look at that'. We hired a car and have been travelling all over the Ireland, mainly the West Coast which is spectacular to say the least.

Bit of unfortunate timing though - we have hit Ireland the week before U2 are playing a series of concerts. Every second song on the radio is U2 - we have heard every single song they ever recorded at least 10 times each - and I am not exaggerating. Mick is going very, very crazy for some rock n' roll.

We keep saying Mick's parents would love this place - antique shops, hand-knitted everything you can think of, a B & B for what seems like every second person in the country and fly-fishing lakes and streams galore

. We do feel a bit out of place, we seem to be the only people under 60 or over 21 doing this tour.

Saying all of that it is so worth it. Unfortunatley we couldn't take many photos becuase all the roads are less than a car width wide, with very large stone walls either side. The roads are impossibly twisted with road signs only visable usally once you are past the turn off - Alex, if you are reading this, this is your paradise. If we stopped, we would be sure to have another car up our backside very quickly. I don't think there is any photo that could do it justice anyway.

We travelled south of Dublin to Killkeny, Cashel, Cork and then out along the Beara Peninsula and the Ring of Kerry. There is a castle or ruin every couple of k's, towering mountains that are twisted like a Van Gough painting that tumble straight into the Atlantic. Impossible cute villages painted green, yellow and red. Anyway, I think that's enough for now. We are now in Killarney ( Micks paternal ancesteral home - we have discovered Mick is from a long line of Irish Kings - which makes me a Princess - cool!), via Ringaskiddy, ready for a big night out.